Last Week’s FFF: Isolation Part 2
The processor in my head sputtered as the I reeled from the old man’s whack. Whatever I thought I had remembered was gone now. Worse, my equilibrium betrayed me, and I stumbled. I stepped back, hard. Hard enough to produce an muffled clank. This room was metal beneath the carpet.
“Do you know who I am?” the old man asked again. Continue reading